It was indeed the most luxurious room that Zhang Tie had ever seen in his life, as he had never been to any high-class places in his 15 years of miserable life. Fortunately, his career in the grocery store had trained him to be able to recognize goods. When he entered the office, he could tell that the floor was made of cedar wood, Manager Hance's desk was made of nanmu, and the other furniture and cabinets in the office seemed to be made of more precious pomelos. In a corner of the office, Zhang Tie even saw a huge natural crystal weighing more than 5 kg placed in a basin of crystal sand. It was the first time for Zhang Tie to see such a huge crystal. Before the Catastrophe, people only used crystals as decorations. However, after the Catastrophe, the real functions and knowledge of crystals were popularized. In this age, many people understood that any natural crystal weighing more than 3 kg had another name: "Crystal Generator". No matter where this crystal was placed, the energy and magnetic field that it could gather could purify and improve the energy within dozens of square meters around it, which was very beneficial to people's health and cultivation. Some people even believed that if a person often stayed in such a crystal energy field, he could purify his negative aura and obtain good luck …
Zhang Tie estimated that such a "Crystal Generator" weighing more than 5 kg, which was of good quality, would cost at least 40 gold coins …
"So f * cking rich!" Zhang Tie sighed. Such a crystal was at least LV 4, which was not available in Donder's store. It was already a standard "strategic material", which could not be bought in ordinary stores. Only those stores that had obtained the franchise could sell it. In Blackhot City, only the business groups directly under the Coal, Steel, and Iron Federation could monopolize the sales of such crystals.
After knowing that Zhang Tie had entered the door, manager Hance, who had been wiping the buttons of his coat for 3 minutes, let out a satisfied sigh. He then took off the flannelette and monocle and put them into the drawer before looking at Zhang Tie.
"You're very sensible, little guy!" Manager Hance praised Zhang Tie, seeming to be very satisfied that Zhang Tie didn't disturb his mood. "Now, let me see what you want!"
Because he was too fat, Manager Hance's face looked like a steamed roll being punched by someone. His facial features were all buried in the fat. Compared to him, Donder's figure could be described as slim.
Zhang Tie moved forward and passed the letter of introduction from Captain Kerlin to Manager Hance with both hands. After that, he stood in front of Manager Hance's desk and pretended to be honest. "I'm a student from the Seventh National Male Middle School. Captain Kerlin said that he introduced a good part-time job to me!"
"Ha, not bad, of course it's a good part-time job …" Manager Hance took the letter and casually glanced at it before smiling. After that, he looked at Zhang Tie up and down in a way that made Zhang Tie's hair stand on end. "The part-time job is after school, namely between 6 pm and 11 pm. So, little guy, how many days can you come here per week?"
"Monday, Wednesday, or Friday night …" Zhang Tie thought for a while before replying. He had to go to Donder's place on Tuesday and Thursday and help his mom at home on weekends. Therefore, he could only come here on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights.
"Only three days a week. Although it's a bit short, well …" Manager Hance took out a document from a drawer and started to write something on it. At the same time, he spat out a string of words like a machine gun, "The part-time salary will be settled once a week. When you have a job, hmm … 70 copper coins per hour. If you perform well, you can increase it. You have to report to the fighting club on time at 6 pm on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights. If you're late for even one minute, your work will be in vain. As for the other expenses, the fighting club will not reimburse you. If the guests have tips, you can put them in your pocket instead of paying them. That guy Kerlin should have told you about this job …"
"Captain Kerlin said …" The moment Zhang Tie wanted to repeat Kerlin's beautiful promise to him, the door of Manager Hance's office was suddenly pushed open. A guy hurriedly rushed in without even knocking at the door. "Manager, the guest in room No.6 has already become impatient …"
"Where's that guy Harry?" Manager Hance stood up from his desk and suddenly shouted angrily, "Why didn't Harry come today? How dare he offend our God! Do you want me to be stripped naked and thrown into the sewer by these distinguished guests and rich patrons?"
"The contract expired yesterday, and Harry resigned!" the guy replied with a bitter face. "I've already reported it to you. What should we do now …"
Hance's angry voice stopped abruptly. Two seconds later, the two people in the room suddenly fixed their eyes on Zhang Tie. Hance suddenly revealed a gentle smile. "You … little guy, what's your name? Hurry up, come here and sign your name. You're lucky … hmm …" The fat on Hance's face quivered as if he was in pain. "I'll pay you 10 copper coins per hour, then this part-time job is yours!"
Zhang Tie was inwardly happy. He had not imagined that he would meet an old employee who would skip class on the first day. This part-time job with a high salary, good treatment, a chance to exercise, meet many rich big figures, and possibly have intimate contact with beauties had fallen into his hands.
Look, he had a good character. Less than an hour after he arrived, Manager Hance had already increased his salary. This was the first paid job that Zhang Tie had ever met in his life.
Therefore, without any hesitation or even looking at the contract, Zhang Tie took the pen from manager Hance and signed his name on that piece of paper with two strokes.
The moment Zhang Tie signed his name, Manager Hance hurriedly put the contract into the drawer. Before Zhang Tie could say anything, the person who had rushed in had already dragged Zhang Tie's hand and ran out. Manager Hance suddenly thought of something and shouted, "This guy smells of sweat, I need to give him a bath …"
He had never imagined that he could really get this part-time job with a high salary. He had never imagined that he could really find a job in the Iron-Thorns Fighting Club. With a salary of 80 copper coins per hour, he could earn two silver coins per week if he worked for four or five hours a week. Two silver coins? Happiness came so suddenly that Zhang Tie felt dizzy in the following process. He could only mechanically let others fiddle with him, making him feel like a can on a factory production line. He was urged to take a bath and put on a set of soft cotton linen clothes and socks. After that, he was pulled aside and put on a layer of something that looked like a protective pad or armor over his chest, back, crotch, and arms. It looked very powerful. Finally, when someone put a helmet-like protective cover over his head, Zhang Tie felt that something was wrong. Was this a work uniform? Why did it look so weird? Why did it feel weird?
However, before Zhang Tie could ask anything, he had been taken into a room...
The room was very large, nearly two hundred square meters. The floor of the room was covered with a layer of rubber that felt a little elastic when stepped on and was very slippery. The four walls of the room were filled with large pieces of leather that were cut up and filled with fillers. There was only one person in the huge room, a little kid who looked about eleven or twelve years old. He had a head of reddish-brown hair and was wearing a white training suit. With a cold face, he was beating a puppet in the room by himself.
Zhang Tie saw the brat, and the brat also saw him. They both stopped. Zhang Tie revealed what he thought was a genial smile and walked to the front of the brat. Bending down, he said, "Brat..."
Without any omen, the brat fiercely turned around and kicked Zhang Tie's head. Before Zhang Tie could even utter a sound or finish his words, he had already lost his eyesight and passed out shamelessly...
...
Not knowing how long had passed, Zhang Tie felt an itch in his nose. After sneezing, he slowly woke up. When he woke up, he felt like there were dozens of people beating drums in his head, causing him to feel dizzy.
"Brat, you've woken up …" Standing in front of Zhang Tie was a 30-odd bald tough man with some bruises on his face. He was as muscular as a bull. Seeing Zhang Tie open his eyes, the tough man smiled as he put away the small porcelain bottle on Zhang Tie's nose. After that, he opened a locker beside him and started to change his clothes.
Zhang Tie turned over and sat up. He found that he was lying on a wide bench. There were four or five people in the room. Before he could say anything, Zhang Tie felt nauseous. Seeing that there seemed to be a trash can in the corner of a locker, Zhang Tie covered his mouth and ran towards it. He then started to retch towards the trash can. Finally, tears flowed out of his eyes. Besides some sticky saliva, he didn't spit out anything else. After retching for a while, Zhang Tie felt that his head was a bit more comfortable. He then sat back on the bench and forcefully shook his head, trying to figure out what had happened...
Zhang Tie suddenly stood up and looked around. "Where's that brat? If I see him again, I will definitely beat the sh * t out of him!"
"Brat, it's better to be a sparring partner; it's worse to be a human punching bag. However, being a human punching bag also requires skills. It's not a big deal to be a human punching bag, but you have to protect your head and your private parts. It's my first time to see someone so stupid as to let others kick his head …" Another tough guy walked over and patted Zhang Tie's shoulder before leaving the locker room with his bag.
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